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chvse - worldwide cypher takeover lyrics

[intro: kxng crooked]
yo, whaddup y’all
it’s your man, kxng crooked
check it out
you know what i’m about
i’m about the bars
i’m about the talent over politics
i’m about the culture
that’s why i want y’all to check this new cypher out
it’s the worldwide cypher takeover
about to take over the world with these bars
let’s watch

[verse 1: gawne]
let’s talk about them subpar bars, gats, and glocks
only strap that you got is your apple watch
if y’all the worldwide cypher then
youtube volume 2 must’ve been rapped by some astronauts
’cause this ain’t worldwide, intergalactic
got that bird’s eye view over the еarth like the moon
what the f+ck can i do?
this ain’t nothing new
i came out the womb a k!ller like goku
them flows were so smooth
steady fed ’em soul food
this that old school era from 90’s to 02
potent fumes if you step in my room
’cause co2 smokes floor to ceilin’ fillin’ the whole booth
you’re old news, talkin’ ’bout an l
but my spotify’s 7 times bigger than those two
so, oh shoot, that was never beef, it was tofu
when steppin’ in my arena, you get eatin’
no competin’ when it comes to making good f+cking music
i shine through, b+tch
let me remind you
shady records, slaughterhouse, cosign what i do
so i pay no mind and a hatin’ kind and the lazy guys
well, they’re gon’ get paid for the way i take their mind
when i bring it down 89 times, makin’ it rhyme
so hop on my face, it’s straight on fire
used to pray to god ’til i became one
now i’m way on top, motherf+cker, we ain’t gon’ stop, nah
ain’t no one better than me, i’m a veteran
pen is elite every centimeter
when the beat is defeated, i beat it up
eat it like bon apètit when we go to the feast
i’m a predator, yellin’, just meetin’ up
speakin’ of beef, in your [?] a week and a vegan
i’ll leave ’em with t++th in the spleen
and then they get to wheezin’ and chokin’, can’t breathe (brrr)
shoot my shot, tory lanez, up until this story changed
i don’t shot at feet, i leave a [?] brain, dark and messy
got ’em sleepin’ like narcolepsy ’til the narcs catch me
in the booth, more bars than a benchpress machine
yeah, my words carry weight, cartels
i ain’t talkin’ barbells
claimin’ that they k!lled it but the beat was playin’ possum sh+t
me and all the squad now really made it posthumous
yeah, it’s the motherf+cking takeover

[verse 2: chvse]
i’m tellin’ all this is stupid, they’re tryna cross with me
all for the king to a god but i got ’em on a t
[?], y’all are too fake, give me some more i’ll beat
y’all ain’t gettin’ laid, you get laid stop if i’m on my feet
morbidly obese, personas will go to war with me
fat boy, hungry for views, this dude will start to beat
just so we could eat
brought the fire, i’ll supply the grill
if i don’t k!ll on the beat, i know his diet will (work by lee)
better with me, just get up and leave, he’s my b+tch
getting on knees, boy’s my prisons
son of a b+tch, make my sh+t with the ice on the wrist
tellin’ my b+tch i’m a k!ller for strangers, oj simps
all of my feet, shift it and run, only go freeze
flow is colder
y’all ain’t meet the quota
sodas turn to fruit soon as me and grizzy rollup
[?]
sick those signs you throw up
i show ’em up ’cause at they shows
not a soul would show up (d+mn)
callin’ me the em clone?
you losin’ yourself
that’s career suicide
homie shootin’ himself
because the dudes who got shooters could tell
you ain’t a shooter yourself, dog
we truly could tell, p+ssy
you a b+tch, never hit the streets
i said i’d never fight a p+ssy, i just fl!ck the bean
man, i did it in a [?] when you diss my dog
so [?] take it with a grain of salt, you b+tch

[verse 3: dkrapartist]
man, i’m excited to write this track
mom lost the house
i made a promise to buy it back
and i ain’t gonna let her down
i’m just climbin’ up for the ranks
and i bet that she’s lookin’ down
i thank f+ck that he [?]
i made it out of the house
it full of roaches or clothes that i never chose
but got handed down
my emotions were so overloaded
i could have overspoken at any moment
took the path for drugs and just overdosed from a lethal dosage
all the chat about have been gaps in the trap
we don’t condone it
you got kids to look up to you and you’re still promotin’
gloryfyin’, k!llin’, and shootin’ people for any motive
“black murder is cool”
man, that sh+t is bogus
enough of the tap
[?]
you’ve got a stash
’cause you’ve got coke at the table
plus there’s more in the back
[?] in a flash
don’t want to waste so loud
especially not for the cash
time is all i want
’cause i know it’s the one thing i won’t ever get back, yeah
you don’t wanna be always runnin’ from sirens
locked away, doin’ time and stay surrounded by violence
you’d only focus on reaching early retirement
you don’t have to become a product of your environment

[verse 4: knox hill]
racism facin’ the nation
wages they pay for the slavery
paper has changed so we’re chasin’ labor for changin’ our nature
trainers and traders are made in bas+m+nts full of wages
and places that are basic daycares for children on acres owned by dictators
but hey, see the wave
long as the nike’s lookin’ fresh
the truth is [?] anybody check
that’s why i rap outside the box
until the day i’m wrapped inside the box
in a private plot, suicidal thoughts
try to find the mark in dark of the night
these bars are light these guys are the right f+cking heart
f+cking like, no flips, my brain flip forward
give you all these grams of the buzz that can’t be bustlin’
i never gave a f+ck [?] ever gave a thot
and all you rappers claimin’ to be?
you stay defeated
just pass me the mic
i’ll jack these sons, you can’t beat it
you can’t come at me
that con dome will be bleedin’
throw your shade, son, ’til you get heated
but yo, samad, pass the rock motherf+cker
who’s at the door? it’s knox, motherf+cker
i’ll leave you in that hill, don’t you plot, motherf+cker
don’t fake with the ball, take your shot, motherf+cker
i’m out

[verse 5: king blitz]
look, hol’ up, this here is major
cookin’ up with my delivery, i should proably cater
but i’m not a waiter
but i’m bringin’ sh+t to the table
like solvin’ equations and if you ain’t addin’ up
no, i’m carryin’ one
don’t make me demonstrate it
i’m ill so i ill+strate the statement
understand what i feel like if you playin’ the role
i’m not partakin’ or partic+p+tin’
flow on a hyperbolic chamber
every minute i’m a day of trainin’ is way up on me then pai
[?] get to the eyes and i’m in rhymin’
take a look at the past man, i’ve been grindin’
ain’t no way around this sh+t
started from the bottom of the b+tch
[…?]
resident, though it’s evident
it’s hard to live in this hill knowin’ you haven’t seen it
just expressive sh+t, really compressin’ it
needs to aim towards that progressive shift
they ain’t addressin’ it
computer thugs really gettin’ captain, we ain’t pressin’ sh+t

[unfinished]

[verse 6: duanetv]
anybody want smoke, they gettin’ flexed on
n+ggas out here thinkin’ they bad ’cause they chest drawn
everybody’s sayin’ you simple, i ain’t impressed dog
well, i don’t really care aout punchlines
i ain’t a 10 pr+ng
only mobbin’ for my kin folk
drama never been known
pimpin’ like obama in a pinto
anyone got problems, n+gga, get low to cl!ck close
unless there’s no pressure, we throwin’ logic out the window
now you want gun bars, most do them wrong
’cause dudes mad lost, like let me go and shoot at y’all
i got a gun so big it’s like a blue rav4 with my nines in the side pocket
n+gga, my pool game’s strong
f+ck everybody after me, i ain’t givin’ up n+gga
i came up with n0body so i ain’t get no love
i’ll be solo ’til i die, n+gga
i’ma live live it up so if you feelin’ there’s an issue
home, i don’t give a f+ck

[verse 7: 100 kufis]
bar heavy, i was forced to get a liquor license
they’ve been afraid ’cause they really know i better nice is outright
i will out write all you awful writers
pen game tight, sh+t, i might got arthritis
if i don’t like you, i don’t like you
ain’t no sneak dissin’, knock you out your shoes
you’ll wake up and find your sneaks missin’
this is how we handle the beef, we eat different
see the heat toss that sh+t back like i’m flee fl!ckin’
i’m spittin’ heat, you gotta see that sh+t with heat vision
i keep switichin’ up the flow, they gettin’ sea sickness
my bread good like them red lobster cheese biscuits
if you know like i know them sh+ts is delicious
we don’t rap alike, this a different apetite
you dudes fruity, you remind me of an apple slice
the way i run tracks, it’s a fact i might have passed you twice
you ain’t a rapper, you a preacher, pastor mike
if you was half as nice, you will understand i got the juice
i just poured my soul in it like a glass of ice
any rapper go against kufi as a sacrifice
two things i never give as a bad verse or bad advice
before you gather with your life, you better pass the dice
before you ask to see me demons, better ask for christ
i caught that lord n+ggas slippin’ at the traffic light
sun ’bout to go down, i’m glad it’s night

[verse 8: gatsb7]
i heards gats’ in every verse
yo, i guess i’ve been summoned
so stubby and i’m starvin’
ain’t no f+ckin’ ounce in my stomach
i’ve been counted out for years
now i’m about to see summits
and i ain’t ever begged for sh+t
ain’t no collage, let me run it
look, so many screamin’ for change
but they never feed them either
artists get a morsel then deviate with a new demeanor
even when they preach in remedial forward matters
when the benji’s comin’, they hit b+ttons and movin’ backwards
ain’t no d.o
it’s about the bottom line, homie, this a free throw
haters better step aside when i get in beast mode
say you run the game, well, i’m really ’bout to repo
snitches gettin’ stitches b+tch, i never roll with lilo
so i’m silently about it
i got the heart of a lion
and never back from the challenge, i lay low
until you tell me i can’t
i never needed your approval
i just need a chance, it’s gats

[verse 9: sage]
you feel it creepin’, the illness beginin’ to seep
inventin’ my release when i’m drillin’ a beat
chill with the reaper but still it is me that is fillin’ his dreams
you gonna be ready for bed, freddy
when fake kruegers get k!lled in their sleep
real when i speak ’cause when i spit it’s a movie
and it’s my duty to be flush
with the kind of cr+p that the rap game lacks
and the sh+t isn’t movin’ ’cause this to me
what a list is to a 3d being that exists in 2d
truly moving on a different level than everyone
that never want to listen to me
snoop d+o double g, ooo me, what a nightmare
i want to smoke, you weed
you’re sketchy so to ill+strate how i score you the second you touchdown
i drew brees
what’s foul is to be playing like a chicken little, little
bust out a two piece [?]
and going to take shots on a line
when the only way to know how is to freeze
who needs a stockin’ and takin’ off what i’m walkin’
and put a rock in it, they can all get it
not just and if you’re not with it
but i’m not finna bomb when i’m goin’ off and off in it
thought too often it can all get twisted
and all that when this isn’t this and at all man
it’s just what you’d call rap

[verse 10: murkemz]
idolize the messiah
’cause i’m providin’ the wires to blow this motherf+cker off the hinge
and stop the entire production
make ’em say f+ck you
run home while sobbin’ and cryin’
hyenas laughin’, they spotted, they meet the dominant lion
i tried to vibe with the cypher
samad was droppin’ the fire, a couple n+ggas was cool
some guys was awkward and tired

[unfinished]

[verse 11: grizzy hendrix]
y’all motherf+ckers know what time it is
it’s the wordwide cypher takeover
and we ’bout to wrap it up like this
i go by the name of god grizzy, let’s go

[unfinished]

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